She's Not My Sister You Fool

Children who were no longer affected by the curse liked me very much. It may be because they instinctively felt that I was the one who solved the curse that was tying them down. ‘Anyway, you like me so much that it’s a problem. . . . .” For months already, children have been gathering at Dahlia Palace every day. As soon as the sun rises and I see the children huddled together in front of Dahlia palace, I want to close my eyes back tightly.  “First of all, everyone, gather around.” When I clapped my hands lightly, the children who were talking among themselves sat in front of me. “Ummm. You, you, and you!” I caught a whiff of it first as I stood in front of the children. A terrible rose scent, like savory roasted marshmallows mixed in the children’s scent. Soon, I only picked out children whose aura was stained and made them circle around me. Those who were not chosen sighed in disappointment. “Are you going to play with us today?” “Yeah.” Not knowing why they were clapping their ha...

  Dietrich’s POV Thinking about it, Dietrich had little memory worrying about his emotions. From the moment he signed the contract with Baal, all his feelings seemed to have been confiscated. Because Baal had no feelings. Baal was a gray member that remained neutral even in hell. He was a guide who led the silent evil to hell, and to him right or wrong, joy or sorrow were not clear. ‘Does that affect me too?’ At the threshold of the Romendov forest, Dietrich worried for a moment. If he hadn’t signed with Baal, maybe this blurry feeling would have been a little more pronounced. Pretending to cherish someone was harder than he thought. She simply did not starve to death and removed the candidate who threatened the child. Funnily enough, the child began to follow him without a doubt. However, even though things were going as planned, he couldn’t even laugh. As Dietrich looked at the giant trees of Romendov, he thought of the tiny little Anissa. ‘Perhaps because she’s too small that I ...

‘An assassin?’ The assassins usually go after Dietrich; they don’t come directly to my room. I opened my eyes and looked at the shadow covering the moon. The figure of the shadow was very familiar. “Detrie?” “Yeah.” I wonder what happened after avoiding me these days. When I rushed to open the window, Dietrich fell into the room as rain was pouring. Frightened by the strong smell of blood, I lit the lamp. “Hyop!” Drops of blood were dripping through the cracks of the old floor. The wound, which was caused by a cut or something unknown, was so severe that it can be seen even without taking off the clothes. I dragged Dietrich under the glimmering yellow light spreading throughout the room. He came with me, having no energy left, and leaned against the bed and exhaled a long sigh. “Don’t make a fuss. It’s nothing.” As usual, he talks as if his wounds were nothing. I was even more upset by that, so I pouted. “How is this nothing.” I held back my tears as I looked for the bandage. Dahlia wa...